3x02- Crash and Burn
They say, nothin' good happens after midnight.
And, you know, they're right.
I'm worried about you, Bobo.
Since we left Providence, you've been staying out every night.
That's not the least of your worries. Seen our boy lately?
Rex is fine.
He just needs time to adjust to our new setting.
Rex? It's Holiday. Are you there?
Hey, Doc. What up?
Just checking in. Everything okay?
Better than okay.
I'm about to set a new land-speed record.
That wasn't what I meant. How are you feeling?
Appreciate the concern, but the only thing on my mind
right now is the need for speed.
Apparently, I'm not alone. I'll call you back.
Hey! Slow down! I want to talk to you!
â™Ş So make way to start the revolution â™Ş
â™Ş make way we're gonna have fun tonight â™Ş
â™Ş make way to start the revolution â™Ş
â™Ş so make way â™Ş
â™Ş so make way to start the revolution â™Ş
â™Ş make way to start the revolution â™Ş
â™Ş so make way â™Ş
Ah. You want to play chicken.
Doc? Bobo?
I'm getting blitzed by some bikers.
Aah!
Might as well give up! I won't quit!
I'm a relentless, never-say-die, nonstop -
Uh, hey, wait a minute. Who are you?
Think you could have
asked me that before trying to run me down?
Ooh! My fault. I thought you were one of us.
"One of us"? What is this?
Sorry, dude. No time to chat. Peace.
Yeah, like I'm gonna take that for an answer.
A street race? Or a demolition derby?
Gonna need a new bike.
Can't believe you survived that!
You must be the luckiest guy on the -
These are nanites.
Oh, come on!
Something wrong?
Prototypes. I prefer tried-and-tested.
And I don't even know what we're going to do with half of this stuff.
You're goin' soft,
Gettin' worked over by a bunch of goofballs on motorcycles.
They had weapons.
Last time I checked, so did you.
Yeah, but not while I'm on my bike.
I'm strictly one at a time.
The nanites that have infected his body are
slowly poisoning him. I've never seen anything like it.
Do what you can, Doc.
I'm gonna go out and look for those racers.
Sounds dangerous.
Sure, Bobo. You can come, too.
The nanites we found on the
biker gave off a different energy signature.
Gonna use one of Holiday's new toys to try to scan for it.
A bunch of them. And they're moving fast.
Then step on it!
Maybe Holiday has a point about prototypes.
Or maybe they're not on the streets.
I'll watch the road. You watch the screen.
Gotta warn you - chimps make bad navigators.
Just do it!
Hmm? Left! They're goin' left!
Make a right! Another right!
Which way?
I don't know. That way-ish.
Wah!
Like I said - monkeys make great navigators.
This is your biker gang?
They had weapons before.
I'm telling you - they're tough!
If you say so.
Wall.
That's some fancy ridin'. You followin' us, kid?
Still think they don't look tough?
I take it back.
Who are you, kid?
'Cause whoever you are, you're not bad.
You're awesome!
Where'd you learn to ride like that?
Anybody with that kind of skill should be with us. Yeah!
What's your secret?
No secret. I'm just built that way.
He's that guy from TV - The one who fights Evos.
5 bucks for pictures, 10 bucks for autographs.
A talking monkey! Outrageous!
I gotta have one. Is he for sale?
Brother, you can't afford me.
You guys seem tight -
for guys who try to kill each other.
We're not killers. We're racers.
This is a legitimate sport.
It is what it is. Our races aren't for the weak.
Name's Moss.
You've met Rand.
He tried to blow me up.
I missed. You're welcome.
Come on, don't leave me hangin'.
Never met a celebrity who could ride.
I caught you, didn't I?
- But are you tough enough? - Try me.
You gonna fight back?
With what?
Oh, brother.
Fine. Leave it to chimpy.
Aah!
I'll take that.
Pzzz!
Something else on the map - moving fast.
And it's big!
Halt! You kids!
Pull over! Now!
Cops!
Worse than cops - Providence!
The bikes give off a nanite signature.
They must have tracked it.
Rex? What are you doing here?
Research.
You don't want to get caught up in this! Back off, now!
Sorry, guys.
Have Black Knight send me the bill.
Ha! No way!
You want to beat me, you gotta step your game up.
Aah!
Rand!
Don't stop!
Kid's wearing armor. He's fine.
No! Something's wrong!
What this thing?
Doc? Get over here quick.
We've got another one.
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Yeah!
We thought you'd bailed on us.
Where were you?
Watching a Doctor try to save Rand's life.
Racers get sick sometimes.
It's part of the life.
Those nanite power sources - you got to stop using them.
To feel one with the road, that rush?
So some people get sick.
When we're on our rides, nothing else matters.
Your rides are killing you!
You're gonna be dead - all of you!
And for what?
So you can go a little faster?
We need those things to ride. You know what it's like.
Please. Don't take our bikes away.
Nobody's going to take your bikes.
But I need to know where you got those nanites.
A guy named Valve. He supplies the superchargers.
You're wasting your time.
Valve never talks to anybody.
He'll talk to me.
Been in a lot of bad biker dives, but this is the
worst I've ever seen.
Enter, strangers.
The biker will see you now.
Please, sit.
May I offer you some tea?
I'll pass.
Suit yourself.
I find a good cup of tea
soothing - for the body and the soul.
You don't have to tell the biker why you're here.
The biker can tell.
You wish to buy a supercharger.
Your superchargers are killing people.
It's gonna stop.
That sounds like a challenge.
Maybe it is. I'll race you for them.
If I win, you hand over your entire stockpile.
Shh!
Your answer is on the wind.
You're... not right in the head, are you?
When the wind
commands, the impossible game must be gamed.
The challenge is accepted.
We will race for the superchargers.
And when the biker wins...
It won't matter.
Why's that?
Because you'll be dead.
Let the race begin.
This is his own private track.
He knows it better than anyone.
You can still back out - probably.
And let people become poisoned, like Valve?
No. I can take him.
Just give me something to hit him with.
You guys are walking arsenals. You don't have anything?
We didn't think we'd need 'em today.
Oh, boy.
Message from Holiday.
The two sick teens have stabilized, but she's still a
ways from finding a cure.
It was the only weapon I could find, okay?
Can I borrow a sword?
Use your own.
On wheels? It's not gonna happen.
What's stopping you?
Well, for one thing, I...
I'm... not sure, exactly.
What have I been teaching you?
Focus on what you want and make it happen.
No more excuses.
You're lucky.
Only the very best get a chance at this track.
Then I should fit right in.
Rules of the game - 10 laps.
Cross the finish line before the biker, and you may have them.
So, is the wind talking to you now?
The wind commands the biker to destroy you.
The biker is happy to oblige.
You gonna help him?
He's doing fine.
Are you watchin' the same race I am?
You're in trouble, Rex!
No. Keep it together.
Keep... It... Together.
Six said it - focus.
Focus.
Focus!
Oblivion.
Like I said -
he's doing fine.
Double-up!
Where have you been all my life?
Cute toy. But I like mine better.
Aah!
Was there any doubt?
Yeah, plenty.
We had a deal. Remember?
Like the storm that changes directions on a whim,
the biker is changing the deal.
'Cause the biker doesn't lose!
The biker never loses!
Unh!
First time for everything. Thanks, Six.
It was all you, kid.
Rand!
- Oh, Rand! - Good to see you!
Completely detoxified.
In a couple days, they'll be back to full strength.
Those could be useful at the new base.
You can't stop us from riding.
What's stopping you?
You can still ride.
You just won't be poisoned by nanites.
Come on. Race you back to the garage.
You heard the man! Hit it!
You do realize we just
turned a group of reckless teenage boys loose on the city.
All in a day's work.